Tower of Diamond

Red’s world slowed to a halt as the dagger flew at him. Without thinking, he put the briefcase in between, watching the dagger plant itself inside. The briefcase slammed into him, causing a brief moment of disorientation.

Shit. He did know Whinny. It was a crime family. He was from the mob.

Mr. Whinny slammed into him immediately after the dagger, sending Red violently to the floor and leaving the dagger embedded in the briefcase. Whinny shrugged, his nervous demeanor instantly evaporating. “I meant to do that quick. Not what she ordered, but a contract is a contract.”

Red scrambled across the floor as the giant pony slowly walked over him. He tried to negotiate. “Whatever she’s paying, I’ll double it!”

Whinny laughed. “Why do they always try that? Your little corporate takeover might be about money, but this isn’t about the money for us, Tape. This is about family. We owe Diamond. She saw your little power play, and decided to let you play it while she called in a favor. Simple as that. Game’s over, Red. Diamond wins.” He plucked the dagger from the suitcase as he stepped forward, and then jumped on top of Red.

Red saw him coming down in slow motion, dagger in hoof and pointed right for his head. He was going to die. Diamond had hired a hitpony, a professional killer, and now he was going to die.

The realization made him go cold. He saw his life flash before his eyes, every moment feeling like an eternity. He knew that Diamond had won. Diamond always wins.

If he had any regret, it was Silver. She was going to live out the rest of her life as Diamond’s fucked up little toy. The tears had been real. The whole time, the tears had been real. Her little masochist mantra wasn’t something she did for fun. It was something she did to survive.

Red blinked. He needed to survive.

Don’t think. Only do.

Red slowly, agonizingly slowly, shifted his head to the side as the knife plunged next to him, clipping his ear in the fray. Don’t think. He kicked, hard, nailing the larger pony in the balls. Blood trickled down his face from his nicked ear. Whinny raised the knife, ignoring the intense pain even as he screamed in fury. “Mother bucker!”

Truly a professional. Don’t think.

Red slammed his hoof up, aiming for Whinny’s armpit. The connection hit hard. Whinny’s arm went slack, the knife went flying. Red pulled him down, hugging him tight like he did with Spoony. He squeezed the larger pony, shoving his face into Whinny’s neck like they were lovers.

Only do.

Red bit. Whinny screamed. Red chewed. Whinny slammed his hooves at Red’s side. Whinny pulled at his mane. Whinny gurgled. Red bit deeper, and harder.

Don’t think.

Red squeezed. Whinny’s howl lessened, and his arms weakened. Red bit even deeper. He tasted iron. There was something rubbery. Red pulled, tearing a thick rubbery organ out of Whinny’s neck.

Whinny collapsed, going limp as blood flowed over Red’s face, spurting out in bright red gushes, a morbid sprinkler of death.

Red kicked him off, standing on his hooves shakily. He walked slowly, the adrenaline still buzzing in his system even as he clicked on the intercom. “I’m going to need janitor service in my office, and a new suit. I have an important meeting this afternoon that I will not miss.”

He then turned, looked at the corpse, and threw up.

Diamond woke up with a headache. When was the last time she’d had a real hangover? She found herself in bed for some reason. She never used her bed. There was a large jug of water, and a little cup next to her.

Had Spoony moved her? Diamond scowled through the pained headache. Spoony knew better than to fucking touch her while she slept. Where was the little whore?

Diamond blinked, trying to make sense of the spinning world around her. Her arms felt strangely heavy, so she struggled to pick up the cup. Carefully, she sipped the water.

Shit, she was still drunk. How much had she had last night? After draining the cup she fell dizzily back into the bed. She couldn’t even sit up straight.

She started to pass out, real sleep claiming her. She lifted her hoof to cover her eyes, and something heavy and hard fell on her face. Groggily she opened her eyes once again. Was that metal? She struggled to get up, but she was so tired. Her head hurt like hell. Diamond let the metal fall on her face again. It was attached to her hoof. The pressure kind of felt nice. It kept the headache at bay, if only slightly.

Diamond passed out again.

Red watched Diamond drink the glass of water, and then pass right out. She hadn’t seemed to notice the cuffs she was in, or Red lurking quietly in the doorway. She might have noticed… Spoony… chained up at the foot of the bed, and expected that to be normal.

He took a drink from one of Diamond’s bottles. No, they were his bottles now.

Spoony had tried to stop him from moving Diamond. She hadn’t known what to do, and had rapidly alternated between too many emotions for him to track. Eventually, she begged him to cuff her somewhere where she could see Diamond, but not be able to free Diamond.

She didn’t trust herself. If Diamond woke up, and ordered Spoony to let her go, she would. She was coherent enough to know that was a bad thing, honest enough to warn him that it would happen, and weak enough to let it happen.

Diamond had warned him about that once. If she had been clever, she’d have lied to him. If she had a stronger backbone, she would have been able to deny Diamond. If she had tried to seduce him by pretending she was all better, he would have bought it. Spoony was everything that Diamond had worried she was back when this all started. Diamond had been right to keep Silver away from the board, all those months ago.

Diamond was right about a lot of things.

He thought about that as he watched her sleep. She was chained up, secured and trapped. He’d taken her company, but she still had private accounts. Money aside, he was still kidnapping her, even if it was her own house. She was dangerous. He should just kill her.

Red coughed, the bitter drink burning his throat. He wasn’t used to drinking. He usually didn’t have the time. Maybe a beer or two at a party, but not this. He wandered back into the viewing room and put the bottle back in the bar. He had needed something to settle his nerves, not get him smashed.

He leaned over the bar, letting the alcohol settle as he thought it through. Diamond hadn’t left her penthouse in months anyways, so nopony would suspect anything. He didn’t have to worry about the outside world. He owned that now, one way or the other. He only had to worry about Diamond, the unconscious bitch cuffed to the bed in her own bedroom. She was literally the only real threat left to him now.

Along with any messes she might have left.

Red straightened his back and rolled his shoulders before checking his watch, then going to Diamond’s phone. He had a few minutes before his first meeting today. He’d triple checked, and Diamond wasn’t going anywhere while he was at work. It was over.

First, he needed to make a phone call. They might try again today. He was safe in the penthouse, and he’d already set the cops straight on the matter, but he wasn’t going to let this sit. The mayor had been horrified that his messenger had tried to kill Red, or at least had pretended to be, and promised that no charges would be filed. Red was above the law now. There would be no investigation into the death of Mr. Whinny. It was a suicide.

The phone rang several times and eventually a tired, angry voice picked up.

“Who the hell is this? You better have a goddamned good reason to wake me up before the sun rises.”

“Good morning, Mr. Giara. This is Mr. Red Tape. I have news regarding one of your contracts.”

The phone was silent for a moment as Mr. Giara processed what he said. “Pissing me off by waking me up isn’t going to take the bounty off your head, Mr. Tape.”

Red laughed. “I presumed as much. Which is why I was calling to let you know that the game has changed. I won. I own the board. I own the mayor. I own the police, and now I own Diamond Tiara.”

The voice was low. “You’re bluffing. I don’t know how you figured out we got your name, but you’re already a dead stallion.”

Red smiled. “Mr. Whinny is dead, Giara. His trachea had an unfortunate run in with my teeth.”

Another pause. “I see.”

“Yesterday during lunch, your pony arrived. In the afternoon, the board approved me. That evening, I arranged for there to be no investigation into the disappearance of Mr. Whinny. The police will never ask why a hitpony was in my office, nor what he was doing. Last night, I got to Diamond herself. She’s mine now, along with any contracts she may have had. I am canceling this one. If you were not paid in advance, any further payments would have to come from me.”

The voice on the other end sighed. “What now?”

“I’m a business pony, Mr. Giara. I have no interest in vendettas, especially since I’ve already won. I’m willing to forgive the attempt on my life, and even pay out any remaining balance on it, if you are willing to forget the loss of Mr. Whinny. It was regrettable, but he left me with no choice. Unfortunately, that was not a wise decision on his part.”

The voice hummed. “Fine. We’ll hold off for now. If your story checks out, consider the contract closed. If you really do own Diamond, she’ll know how to pay out the account.”

“Excellent, Mr. Giara. I have to go to work for the day, but I’m sure we’ll have a flourishing business partnership in the future. Have a good day.”

The voice grumbled under its breath. “Yeah. Pleasure to do business with you, Red.”

Red paused. “It’s Mr. Tape.” Then he hung up. Hopefully Giara understood the situation. Just in case, he wouldn’t be seeing any visitors today, and would stick to the upper levels. Red was going to allow some time for the news to spread. He also didn’t need to go back to his apartment. He had a penthouse now, after all.

He checked his watch again. He’d be busy today, but was planning on taking a little holiday starting tomorrow.

Something of a sabbatical.

Spoony watched Diamond wake up again. They were both cuffed. Diamond in silver coated chains, and Spoony in some comfortable leather cuffs chained to the foot of the bed. Neither could touch the other, but they both had some degree of freedom to move.

She shuddered. This was wrong. She should have fought Red. She should have run, or used the phone, or… No. She did the right thing.

Silver relaxed, relieved. Red was fine. He’d survived somehow, and now Diamond was chained up just like her. The bitch deserved it. They both did for what they did to Red.

Spoony shook her head, her body tightening. Diamond had to be freed. Diamond couldn’t be trapped. Diamond always won, and always got what she wanted. Spoony looked around the room, desperate to find a way to escape. She struggled, pulling on her cuffs.

“What the fuck are you doing, and why the fuck am I chained up, Spoony?”

Spoony froze, her terror rising. Diamond was going to be pissed. “Umm… Well…”

“Don’t fucking stutter.”

Silver sucked in a breath. Diamond couldn’t hurt her. “Red came back…” She turned to look, watching Diamond’s face carefully.

Diamond furrowed her brow in confusion. “I had him killed.”

Silver smiled, happy to disappoint Diamond. “Not killed enough, DT.”

Slowly, Diamond smiled back, and suddenly Silver wasn’t so sure of the situation.

Diamond started to laugh, seemingly gleefully. “HA! It finally happened! That fucker finally grew a real spine!”

Spoony was nervous. She didn’t like when things didn’t make sense. She decided not to worry about it. Don’t think.

She relaxed, an easy smile on her face.

Diamond lay back in bed, letting the laughter run out. “Fuck. I am so hungover… Pour me another glass of water, Spoony.”

Spoony panicked. Don’t think. Only do. She was still bound. She shivered. “I’m… tied up, too. DT…”

Diamond growled. “You? His little lovebird? I didn’t expect that to happen.”

Spoony mumbled, “I don’t think I’m his little love bird, DT. He was… very angry.”

Diamond sighed. “No shit. I hired a fucking assassin to kill him. Of course he was angry.”

“Not last night, DT. He was calm last night. Almost sweet. He was angry when he found out about me. He tried to get me to talk. I didn’t want to talk. He asked me so many questions, and I couldn’t answer him. I just… didn’t.” She shivered, feeling cold down her spine. “I’ve never seen him so angry…”

“Fuck, I so don’t care. I’ll do it myself.” Diamond sat up, and groggily poured herself another cup before sucking it down.

Silver slowly started to smile. Everypony was going to get what they deserved. She and Diamond were fucked. Red was impossibly angry, and he had done something that Silver could never have managed in his fury. He was going to make everything right. That’s what he did. “He... he… ha!” Silver’s laugh rose high, then low as her body shook. It was over. Everything was over. Red was going to end it.

Diamond glared at her. “I have a headache, Spoony. Shut up.”

Spoony meekly shut her mouth, feeling lost and afraid. At least Diamond was with her.

Diamond closed her eyes, holding her nose for a moment. “Headache’s not going away. Asshole didn’t leave any booze to help… Where is my window? Is this my fucking bedroom? Have I ever even slept in this fucking room?” She glared across the room angrily. “Fucker could have left me something…”

Spoony frowned. “He… He left you me…”

Diamond looked over, suddenly smiling. “He did, didn’t he? How… considerate. He even chained you up for me…” Diamond whistled in appreciation as her smile turned devious. “What a gentlepony.”

Spoony smiled, feeling relieved. Diamond liked seeing her chained up. It reminded her that Spoony would never leave her again.

Diamond sounded full of cheer, almost ecstatic. “Give me something pretty to look at, Spoony. Put those hooves to use.”

Spoony relaxed as the world settled back into place. She stopped thinking as she shifted, showing herself to Diamond. Spreading herself for Diamond. Spoony could do anything. All she had to do was not think. Just accomplish the next task.

Diamond had drained the jug of water hours ago. She smiled, watching Spoony. The mare was wriggling at the foot of the bed, dry but still cumming. She always kept Spoony very well lubricated, but Red hadn’t thought of that. Spoony had run out of juice about when Diamond had drained the jug.

Diamond still made her cum, even without the waterworks. Sure, every orgasm was incredibly painful for her by this point, but Spoony liked that.

The little masochist had never really changed. She was still exactly the same as when they were kids. Licking her lips hungrily, Diamond growled. “Again…”

She wasn’t even counting. All she had right now was Spoony, and all Spoony had was her. Even though they couldn’t touch, this was easily one of the most intimate little play sessions they’d had in weeks. There were no toys, no grand views, no drinks, and no distractions. Diamond could watch her like this forever.

Spoony grunted in pain as she went back to molesting herself with her hooves. “Muhh…” Her eyes were heavy with tears.

Diamond watched Spoony’s little hoof expertly play with herself. She had been so clumsy when she started, only used to using magic. The little mare wasn’t clumsy anymore. She knew exactly how to touch herself to get off. Months ago, this much abuse would have left Spoony’s little cunny bloodied and blistered. Diamond had fixed that. Now she was a tough little earth pony, her cunt especially well fortified.

Somepony was watching Diamond now, but Diamond paid it no heed. She didn’t want to miss Spoony’s next orgasm. The stare grew more intense. God damn it, she couldn’t ignore that. It physically hurt. Angrily, she turned to Red. “What the fuck do you want?”

He was wearing a very nice suit, but it looked a little unkempt. He’d been busy. Diamond glanced it over. It was a brand new suit, as well. His eyes were cold, but his posture was relaxed.

“Where’s the information for Giara’s account? You owe him money for the contract on my head.”

“What for? Clearly he didn’t do it. Never trust the mob.” She’d already known that.

“No, he executed the contract. Then I executed his contract killer. Now I’d like to execute his payment.”

Diamond sighed. “It’s your problem now. If you think he deserves it, then pay him. The account information is in a little red book I keep by the bar. It looks like a recipe book for cocktails.” She laughed. “Like I’d drink a weak ass cocktail…”

Red turned to leave, but Diamond had more to say.

“I wouldn’t though. Even in your shoes. He failed to execute the contract all the way. Only pay a portion through the account. Doesn’t matter if it’s 99%. Don’t fucking pay it in full. If you want to give him money another way, donate money to the dead guy’s family. They love that family shit, and it would send a message. Don’t fuck with you, but you respect them. It’s not about the money with these guys, and you don’t owe them shit. That will go way further than whatever dumb thing you were thinking.”

Red left, and Diamond went back to watching Spoony squirm.

Diamond had another thought as he was leaving. “Also, Spoony needs water you dumb fuck. Lots of it.”

Red looked over his shoulder, suddenly looking slightly empathetic.

Diamond clarified, so he didn’t get the wrong impression. “Her pussy dried out hours ago, and I wanna see her squirt.”

Red didn’t know what to do. Diamond’s advice had been… helpful and accurate. It just kept coming. Every time he came into the room, she had a little tidbit for him. A little secret or tool she had stashed away somewhere. A little bit of blackmail he didn’t know, or an account that shouldn’t exist. She wasn’t acting like he’d anticipated. Sure, there was significantly more cursing than normal, but he’d imagined she’d be furious with him. Beg him, struggle, try to negotiate, or maybe even try to kill him again.

Not happily go along with it. She seemed eager to unload anything she could onto him; anything and everything except for Spoony.

His stomach churned every time he saw Spoony. He hated looking at her, and it only made him angrier. He had some time off to figure this out. He’d used the attempt on his life as an excuse, and truth be told he’d been planning this time off all week. His replacements were trained. He had his own Red Tape now, just like Diamond had him.

Ginger Posy didn’t come off as a bureaucrat at first, but damn if she couldn’t give a speech and hold the room. He had her doing the meetings as the new “Executive Policy Director.” He’d made the position up, but it saved him hours. Ginger went to the meetings, and sent him reviews in the evening through the PTS. He made comments, returned them, and she executed them. Just half an hour's work with one well trained pony to free up 6 or more hours a day.

The lift operator was Slow Steam. Ponies thought he was simple. He was not. He talked slow, but had a perfect memory for numbers. He didn’t have to check the books at all, he knew everypony’s confirmation code by heart. Best of all, he loved his new work. Day in, day out, of giving friendly greetings, reciting numbers, and filling in logs. Red had made sure that he was paid very well. A pony with that kind of access could be dangerous if he got dissatisfied with his place in the world.

There were others, each one perfect for their new role. Each one excited and eager to excel in their new position. Each one a buzzing, happy little bee. It hadn’t been one pony, but together they could do it. He could take his sabbatical in confidence.

On paper he was the CEO, but he still wasn’t sure what he really was now. Diamond still acted like the queen of their little hive. She always talked about insects, and he was starting to see why. It wasn’t out of cruelty, at least not entirely. Insects were efficient. They did what they had to do. He’d learned that from Spoony.

Don’t think. Only do. Her little masochistic mantra that she’d chant whenever things got too intense. Somehow, it gave her power. It was likely she’d learned it from Diamond. He was starting to realize just how much Diamond lived in the moment. Oh, she had plans. She had deep, convoluted, and twisted plans; but her mind wasn’t like everypony else's. She just did what she had to do.

Red blinked. Diamond spent all day watching the city. The city that he’d heard her lovingly refer to as a hive. She called Spoony her little butterfly, or her little bug, and could stare happily at her for hours. She’d spent her adult life building this company of ponies that she called “ants” and “bees.” Diamond didn’t hate the insects around her. She admired them; openly.

The epiphany came and went, simple as it could be and possibly the most blatantly obvious thing about her. He was probably the only pony in the world to realize it.

She wished she was one.

Diamond felt Red’s gaze on her, causing her to shift uncomfortably. He was doing it again. Just standing there, and watching. At least he’d been useful. Spoony was back to being well hydrated.

“What are you going to waste my time with now, Red?”

He took a step into the room, his eyes drifting to Spoony and giving Diamond a few moments of relief. Then they drifted back, hot and tingling. She could feel the hate in his gaze, and it burned.

“I think… It’s time to make some changes, Diamond.”

“That’s all you’ve been doing, Red. Just… making pointless changes. Nothing important has changed.” She went back to watching Spoony.

“Maybe not in your twisted mind… but from my point of view, everything looks different now.”

Diamond shrugged. “You having a little bit of system shock from actually winning something isn’t important in the grand scheme of things, Red. All the little ponies go about their business. The hive moves and breathes. They’re all bugs, Red. They were yesterday, they are today, and they will be tomorrow.”

Red was burning her again, this time his gaze drifted up and down her body. She tried to ignore it, and it felt like minutes before he said something. “Diamond, you once told me that you never let Spoony touch you. You even mentioned that it had been a long time for you. Have you ever even actually had sex?”

She froze, then turned to look at him. She wasn’t sure what to think about the question. “No. Am I about to?”

Red blinked and stared quietly at her, while even Spoony paused her self molestation. Diamond looked down at her body. She was gorgeous, as always. She’d never even considered actually fucking somepony. She’d teased, knowing stallions wanted her. She’d teased mares that wanted her—only ever for a goal. Never with any intention.

Diamond put her hoof on her pussy out of curiosity. Nothing. No tingle, it was just another part of her body. Just a loose flap of skin under her tail. She wasn’t even wet.

“I don’t think it will work, Red.”

“We won’t know till we try.”

Diamond looked at Spoony, then at Red. His cock was hardening, like it did before he fucked Spoony. She huffed, feeling unsure. Spoony was watching his cock, she looked hungry. She always liked swallowing a big cock. Diamond licked her lips, Red forgotten as she focused back on Spoony’s lithe body.

Red sounded curious when he spoke. “I see... Maybe you’re right.”

Diamond huffed again. Of course she was right. She was always right. Red should know that by now. “Don’t waste my time, Red.”

Red walked over to Spoony, entering Diamond’s field of view. Diamond smiled. It had been weeks since she’d seen Red fuck Spoony, and Spoony was too weak to do anything but squirm under him. This might be a fun show.

When Red leaned down, she’d expected him to grab Spoony. What she hadn’t expected was for him to unlock her, pick her up, and literally carry her out of the room. Diamond had been right about one thing. Spoony was too tired to protest.

“Red, What the fuck are you doing?”

“I don’t think any of this is healthy, Diamond.”

Diamond blinked, looking at the spot where Spoony had been kept. She could still smell her. Diamond leaned as far forward as she could, trying her hardest to get a whiff of Spoony. Falling forward, she managed to land her head in a wet spot. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, pretending Spoony was still there.

God, she hoped Red was fucking Spoony right now. She could imagine it. His big, throbbing brown dick just sliding in and out of Spoony’s little cunt, her moans and screams. Diamond smiled, licking her lips as she happily drowned in Spoony’s musk.

She felt Red again, staring at her. Angrily, Diamond opened her eyes. “Why aren’t you fucking her, Red?”

He sighed. “She needs a break. She needs some time to… relax.”

Diamond’s eyes hardened. He was doing it wrong again. Deviating. Stepping out of line. “She does not. Spoony hates relaxing.”

Red had a look of disgust on his face. “What the hell is going on with you, Diamond? You’ve always been weird, but it was an aloof, impeccable kind of weird. Instead, you’re acting like a drug addict.”

Diamond ignored him, closing her eyes.

“Hell, you let me take over your company, and then gave me the keys to your kingdom. I just can’t figure out why. All day long you just watch her. You’ve spent months with her, and only her. You’re not even fucking her, Diamond. You just… watch. You don’t even let her speak her mind.”

Diamond breathed deep, trying to ignore his stupidity. How could he have not figured this out? Red got on her nerves sometimes, but his gaze could actually hurt. She felt his eyes on her head, boring into her painfully.

“It’s like you’ve had a psychotic break. Something snapped, and then you kidnapped Silver and went off the deep end.”

Diamond corrected him. “No, I kidnapped Silver to piss you off. Then I snapped. I took your shitty little girlfriend from you, but I found Spoony.”

Red crouched in front of her, eyeing her curiously. “Is that what happened, then?”

“I was just going to humiliate her. Just going to make her quit, or I dunno, piss you off somehow. Instead I got drunk, and forgot I was acting.” How did he not know this? It was all so obvious. Fuck it. She’d just tell him.

Red’s eyes hardened. “Not a surprise, but go on.”

Diamond rolled her eyes. She wouldn’t get back to being alone with Spoony until she finished the story. “When I was drunk, I found Spoony. She was inside your girlfriend, what's her name. The fat one. I hadn’t even realized it until I saw her cry…” Diamond’s gaze went slack.

“What are you talking about, Diamond?”

She refocused, angry that he needed more explanation. “Spoony was inside. I got her out, now I can be with her. It’s that simple. Now I’d like to go back to making her happy. Spoony really does not like spending time alone. I’d prefer it was me, but you’ll do. She likes being hurt. Go to her. Hurt her.”

Red scowled. “You’re nuts, Diamond.”

She shouted, trying to make him understand. “Mommy said I could have her when I grew up! I’m a grown up now. Mommy sent her back to me, now that I’m old enough.” Diamond felt a cold rage that she hadn’t in years. “Mommy owes me that since I sent her to go be with Spoony…”

“I’m not a court, Diamond. The insanity plea wont work on me.”

Diamond ignored him.”I don’t care what you think, Red. She’s back, and she’s mine.”

Red stood up, and slowly backed out of the room.

Silver sat in the bathtub. She’d drained the water slightly, the high level made her nervous. She didn’t think Spoony was suicidal, but Silver did not want to take the chance. It was nice to relax. The heat soothed her muscles, rejuvenating her a little even though she was exhausted and drained. Before Red had rescued her, Spoony had spent all morning just masturbating for DT.

Not the worst morning that Silver had been through, but tiring nonetheless and she was glad for the bath.

When Red had come for her, Spoony had wanted to fight him, but was just too tired. Silver was happy to go. She’d thanked him, and asked for a bath—which she’d been soaking in for a while now. She didn’t know what to think. Everything was still confusing, and sometimes she forgot who and what she was.

Red knocked, and Silver’s answer was quick. “Come in… “

He walked into the bathroom, seemingly unsure of himself. “Hello… Spoony. How are you feeling?”

She smiled, leaning back into the bathtub and letting the bubbles soak into her skin. “I’m feeling… wet,” she deadpanned. He didn’t laugh. “Maybe a little more like Silver right now, Red. Can you… call me by my real name?”

“Silver Saddle?”

She frowned. That didn’t feel right. Silver Saddle was gone. “Sorry, Red. No dice.”

He sighed. “Diamond’s gone completely nuts. Any idea what’s going on with her?”

Silver’s laugh was almost musical. “You mean besides the fact that you stole her company, came back from the dead, chained her up, and now have taken away the only thing she actually loves?”

Red frowned. “I did what I had to, Spo… Silver.”

Silver shuddered. “Yes, you did. Thank you.” She smiled, honestly. “Spoony won’t be so happy about it, but she’s easy to distract. Just give her a little nibble and tell her to be a good girl. That will get her a different kind of wet, and she’ll forget whatever the hell was pissing her off. Or hell, she just wont think at all.”

“But you’re… happy about it?”

“I wouldn’t say happy, Red. She took away my horn. She took away my life. She took you away from me, my job, my friends… Even my identity. I was a nice pony, Red. But now…” Silver dipped lower into the bath, wondering what she even was anymore. It was scary to say it, but it was true. All the way down to her bones. “Now I want to see her suffer.”

Red lowered his head. She thought she saw tears. Silver’s heart fluttered. Was he crying for her? Ponies didn’t cry for her anymore. “Shh…. Red… Don’t cry. It’s fine… “

He looked up, eyes wet, but not quite dripping. “I killed someone, Silver. I could have held his throat till he passed out, but I was angry. I was so angry, Silver. If I had to, I’d do it again. It… It wasn’t for you. Not exactly. I’d written you off.”

She nodded, completely understanding. “I wrote you off too, Red.”

“I wanted revenge. For what she did to you. What she did to me. I was just… I don’t know.” He turned his head.

Silver smiled. “Then get revenge. I want it, too. I feel like she killed me, Red. Like I’m a ghost. Any minute, Spoony will come back and I’ll be dead again, just a memory. It’s terrifying.”

They sat in silence. Silver looked Red over, noting how tense he looked. She might be able to help him with something, at least. Her smile was soft when she told him, “Just so you know, Red, you do have my permission to have sex with Spoony. Me too, of course. Spoony would fuck anything Diamond told her to, and I’d always happily have you.”

Red snorted. “I’m not… really in the mood, Silver.”

She groaned. “I’m always in the mood. It’s awful. Whatever Diamond’s been doing to me, I’m unbearably horny every single second. I wasn’t even trying to think about sex, but then I saw your big, strong body and long legs… then I just remembered how tight you hold me, and how safe I feel. From there, what can I say? It made me wanna rock your cock.” Silver winked.

Red wasn’t even looking at her.

She didn’t mind that he ignored her, but her eyes kept drifting over him and imagining the possibilities. Maybe he wouldn’t be gentle this time. Maybe it would hurt. Maybe it would hurt good… Spoony shivered in the bath.

Mr. Red looked lonely. Spoony had rules. Do what Mr. Red wanted. Cum for him. She lowered her hoof into the bath, and started to grind herself against it.

Red glanced up, looking suddenly very sad. Spoony didn’t care why he was sad, she was all ready for him. “Have fun, Spoony…” He got up, and walked towards the door.

“Will do, Mr. Red…” Don’t think, just do. Spoony lifted her pelvis out of the water, and then grabbed the shower head. She turned the shower head to vibrate, and lined up her clit, smiling.

At least Red gave nice orders.

Red went over the newspaper clippings once more. He’d been doing research, and it was adding up. The most important bit he’d found was that “Spoony” was a pony named “Silver Spoon.” Apparently, she’d been best friends with Diamond till their second to last year of school. Then Silver Spoon had committed suicide by jumping off a bridge.

There was more to the story, he was sure, but it wasn’t in the paper. Immediately after Silver Spoon’s suicide, Diamond’s mother had killed herself as well. Alcohol poisoning, it looked like. That year had to have been traumatizing for Diamond.

That had been the year Diamond’s corporate rampage had started. More to the point, one of her first victims had been her father’s company. Had she blamed him for everything that happened? Before then, she’d been keeping her identity secret under a series of shell companies. After that, it was newspaper clipping over newspaper clipping of Diamond Tiara’s success.

He couldn’t find anything on her father. Was he dead now as well? Had he retired? Did she ever talk with him?

Red dropped his face onto the desk, shoving all the papers off in the same motion. What was he doing? He’d wasted time on this. He’d tasked some intern with getting every newspaper bit about Diamond Tiara’s past that they could find, and this had been it.

This wouldn’t help him. This wouldn’t hurt… or help… her. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to do with her. She seemed coherent when you’d talk to her, but the only thing she thought about was “Spoony.” Everything else just slipped from her mind as soon as she had a moment to think.

He’d separated them, and while Diamond had suffered, it had done wonders for Silver. He’d managed to have a few small, real conversations with her. She was just as pissed as he was. She wanted Diamond to suffer. He didn’t think he could love Silver, not again, but maybe they could be together. She needed somepony to keep an eye on her, and she still liked him. She’d even cracked a few jokes. Really bad ones, that weren’t funny, but she was trying.

It was Spoony that he didn’t know what to do with. She needed to go. Silver hadn’t said as much, but Red knew that Silver could never be okay if Spoony was still in there.

Red picked up his head, and slammed it into the desk. Why was he worrying about these two? He’d won. Diamond was his, regardless of how batshit insane she was. Spoony, or Silver, or whoever the fuck she was would be his, too. She had nowhere else to go anymore, and probably didn’t want to even leave. Hell, she wanted to fuck him. Both of her.

Who fucking cared how they felt about it? Feelings and fairness was not how the world worked. Shit happened, and you overcame it or were overcome. They had been overcome. Silver was ruined by Diamond, and he had taken Diamond.

Red felt a rush of adrenaline. All that teasing, all that fucking around and messing with him, and he had her tied up two rooms over. Red thought back to when she’d flashed him on the stairs. She’d just done it to fuck with him, but the memory of seeing her perfect pussy had come back every now and then.

He’d been loath to admit it to himself, but once or twice with Spoony, he’d pretended it was Diamond. She was just always so prim, proper, and in control. Even when she had been “letting him use the penthouse” she’d kept up her regal poise. Perfect posture, articulate pronunciation, and an overly calm demeanor.

Now she was a blathering mad pony burying her face in some blankets. Fuck it. Silver, or Spoony, or whoever the hell she was would be asleep for a while longer. She was passed out on the pet bed he’d found with Spoony’s name on it, lightly restrained in case she woke up and Spoony tried to go to Diamond. She was exhausted, and would probably keep sleeping for a few hours. Probably until he went and woke her up. It was time to ruin his Diamond.